ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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ABOUT TO SIT DOWN
Stepping out the back door...


KISS HIS EAR
Brown corn bends as...


STALLING OUT
Just by getting enough distance...


PAGE ZERO
my mind's blank wall...


PARTING
words just off...


CRICKETS HESITATE
the night...


FROM AND TO
my first eternity...


IN THIS LITTLE POEM OR WORLD
I mislaid my travel plans the map...


FIELD GUIDE
indigo bunting no words...


untitled
I knew...


I STAY UP LATE
studying to live...


POEM OF EXPOSURE
the tender outcry...


untitled
underground I'll turn to you...


THEFT OF A LINE FROM TATE
I consider it a citizen's duty...


STANDING STILL IN
november...


HOW I TRAPPED THE MURDERER
I left out the part...


PROVERB
he who sleeps a false sleep...


A SUNDAY NIGHT SERMON FOR DAVID BAKER
The first step is to listen,...


I AM PART BUZZARD
my grandmother was a buzzard...


DEAR FUCKHEADS
my head hurts...


TILL IT THAWS
1....


RESOLUTION
I am so glad...


EVENING POEM
in the cellar...


DISTURBANCE
the world is alive...


FLIGHT
the gamblers...


VISIT
Buying toys, the one remaining copy...


STORM
in trouble again...


JUST AFTER DAWN
We sat among the cattle and he asked me ...


INTERPRETATION
Hour begets hour, dream begets dream,...


THE BUZZARD SPEAKS
I am proud...


INTERRUPTION
not knowing what to say...


JOSEPH'S POEM
if you wish to own a fear...


DIS-ORDER
of course...


BLUE MILLION
in the house dark...


untitled
blank pages spit their silence...


BROKEN POEM
life goes through...


AUTOBIOGRAPHY VOL. II
the day before my birth...


MARENGO
the pressure of seasons...


TODAY
awoke in the forest...

BORDERLANDS


In some of the places where boundaries meet there can be a 
great convergence of traffic, hordes of people going each way--
adventurers, merchants, pilgrims, tourists. Someone's life is
hard on one side of the line, maybe it would be easier over
there. Meanwhile on the other side it's the same for someone
else. But there are other places that get the name border where
no one cares who crosses, great miles full of everything but
guards and barriers. Those who travel there are not wanderers,
they go with great purpose from place to place. But none of the
purposes have to do with finding something different where you
arrive. The distinction between one kind of borderland and the
other is like that between the realms where talk and action are
different things, and it makes sense to say, "all talk and no
action," and the zones where to speak and to act are the same
thing. There is no one to enforce the difference between the
two kinds of borderland, but seekers stuck in one find the
difference is ineradicable, two kingdoms side by side but as
separate as two worlds.